The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter One: The Return

I roamed the cold night of Beacon Hill, looking for my way home. After being brought back from the dead, does a number on a girl. It seemed to take a tad bit longer, as the bullet had tore through my chest, and grazed my heart. At least Kate is dead, that was the only good thing that came out of this. On the other hand, I'm starving like a ripper. I needed blood, but I wouldn't feed straight from the vein, I couldn't, not now. Not after so long being on blood bags. Bet I looked like a zombie right now, and that's not going to look pretty.

I pushed a branch past me, looking through the forest to see if I could find a path back to the house and the bed I've missed so much. Ugh, sleep is what I need right now. The leaves crunched under my feet, twigs snapping as I stepped carefully around them, trying not to make much noise. But as I look further into the woods, I see the Hale house forming. I frowned my eyebrows as I looked around, knowing that I was alone, but why was I attracted back to this house? To this point, I had no idea where I was going. I was just thinking of home, and ended up here. I gotten closer to the house, and got a whiff of burning of flesh that still lingered in the bitter air. Well two good things came out of this...

My eyes drifted down to look at the ground where I laid days ago. Well felt like seconds for me, but days for the others. It was a stupid mistake on my part but it saved Scott's life. The way I was going to break it to them was another problem for another day. Suddenly, my super-hearing picked up footsteps coming towards the house, and within that moment, I vamp-sped into the woods yards away from the house but was still able to see it from a distance and the surrounding area.

"She came here?" A voice rang out in my ears, but I smiled at the voice I heard. It was Stiles, and when I found the voice. I see Scott and Allison with him, it warmed my heart in a good way. "You sure?" Stiles continued to talk, but I was slightly worried why they were out here in the first place.

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads," Scott now adds looking to Stiles. Who were they searching for?

"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?" As Stiles mentioned Lydia's name, my mind casted back to the pitch at the school. Peter bit her, meaning that she would turn into a werewolf.

Oh God. This is why they are out here, this is why they are searching out in the woods.

"Not with me," Allison spoke up, making me take my gaze to her. Around her neck was my crystal that was hanging from its chain. I couldn't help but smile as she wore it, a reminder that I was always near, I guess. Out of nowhere, the crystal started to glow, at first it was dim, but seconds passed then it began to grab the attention of Scott as he turned to look at Allison amazed.

"Allison, the necklace," Scott states quickly, but also alerted, as Allison darted her head down to look at the crystal glowing. She wrapped her hand around and untied it around from her neck and held it up, resting the crystal in her palm, as Stiles turned to look at the necklace that was shining. I was interested in the outcome of this. It's never happened in my lifetime, not when I died and came back, but I always had it on me and didn't hand it away.

"What's it doing?" Allison asked, surprised, not knowing what it was doing at all, either did I, truly. If only I could get it back without reasoning any questions or without being seen by them. The crystal began to grow brighter and brighter, and then Allison dropped it to the ground as she let out a small but painful scream. "It burnt me!" She let out painfully, as Scott was right by her side, taking her hand into his, looking it over. From afar, I could hear the sizzle of the burnt skin and see the glow of the crystal begin to dim it's light, as my eyes focused onto it. I had a strange feeling that the crystal was acting like a beacon of some kind, like when it senses me near it was glowing to alert them that I was close.

But I didn't stick around to find out anymore and by the sound of it Lydia didn't know that I died. All that matters now is that I get home and get out of these clothes.

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I got back to my house as the night was still young. I crept towards the front door, as I let out a shaky breath. Thanking God I was home. I peer through the windows to see that there was no furniture or anything within. At least the cloaking spell did it's job, but now I needed to get inside. Time to break it. I took a deep breath before placing my hands inches from the front door, sensing the magic around the whole house.

"Phesmatos, velamen remouens sicut videbitur transfer inhabiles confinium," I chanted the words correctly, I could feel the magic lifting from the house, it was like a weight lifting from my chest in a sense. The door jarred open, the house still in dark, but I smiled, pleased. I entered the house, the first thing I saw was all the furniture had just appeared or uncloaked in this case. Everything was in order.

I waste no time in going into the kitchen and grabbing three blood-bags and draining them of their red substance as I was starving. I relished in the power coming back to me and the life returning to me. Blood dripped down my chin as I finished the last bag of the night. Breathing heavily as I fed hungrily, not caring if blood had gotten everywhere. I smiled softly to myself, as I could feel under my eyes began to recede back to their normal form, as well as my teeth. I stood in the kitchen in the dark, blood dripping from my chin, as I was deep in thought of how to tell Scott, Stiles, Allison and the rest on how I am back alive. The only option that didn't seem too threatening was telling them that I'm a Witch. It's the only way they can trust me enough and not be weirded out by me being back from the dead. But that was tomorrow's problem now.

I need to shower, change and sleep. After all, it was going to be a big day...